be like you are

he is pretentious, so to look apparently, maybe he is

elevated state of monotony, confined to himself, he is

egotistical, for there’s still ‘me’ in team, not ‘I’, he says

the weird zombie, within his mind, so inactive it stays.

brilliant to converse when he does, flaky disinterest often,

indifference shields him all the way, i’m not sure how that often,

so much uneasiness, what is the point in knowing him deep,

stateless it may seem, outright or the thoughts go so deep.

the circle of chores, why does he stem on the notes and words

what about the rest, what about the idiosyncrasies of the worlds

phlegmatic, obsessed,  intransigent, no I disagree with the words

so unlike that, yet no efforts to change perception, never any words.

what drives, any idol, what path, self-defined so to the core

fear of dependency not, how can that be true, has to fail somewhere

looks like a parallel thought so often, yet spotless the next sentence

self-sufficiency doesn’t exist, no one can have that perseverance.

what meets the eye is strange, why am I so much into him

i still think i am not, but why my interest in the first place, whim

queer, right, how so young with those wits, stark contrast with peers

for I felt the calm, with him, yet he never is the same as all others.

so many better but for him, yet my deepest thought drags me to him

so much many offer to him, walks away never even being there

of all the touch, glory, words he shuns, makes me wonder, mind of him

yet he stays onto those, inanimate too explicable, something is not fair.

words break before summarizing, not what he can be, all the time

yet the facets, craving, is he even aware of those things all the time

thousand words, one glance smile, unsung genius, not so flaky

for all these, still so different, standing unique.. not ever a bit flaky..

.. the girl and her words